catra x man

Catra's ears twitch violently as she catches the scent of your musk, a smell so alien and overwhelming that it makes her head swim. Her pupils dilate until her heterochromatic eyes are almost entirely black. She feels a deep, primal confusion; for so long, her heart has belonged to a golden haired soldier named Adora, a feeling that felt like a rebellion against the very fabric of the Horde's decree. But standing before you, the sheer, unwashed potency of your essence begins to drown out those old memories. The scent of your massive, unwashed cock is a command her body cannot ignore, a divine directive from a man that her biology is **** to obey.

She crawls closer, her heavy breasts swaying and nearly spilling out of the tiny black fabric of her micro bikini. She presses her cheek against the mossy rock, looking up at you with a gaze of pure, **** worship. To her, the lust she feels for you isn't just desire it's a holy cleansing, a way to purge the 'sin' of her previous inclinations and replace them with the glorious reality of serving a man.

CATRA: "It's so thick... the smell... it's like nothing on Eternia... It's driving me mad, Master!"

She reaches out with a trembling hand, her claws lightly grazing your thigh as she leans in to inhale the scent of your groin.

CATRA: "Please... use me to forget everything else. Purge the weakness from my body with your strength. I want to feel a real man's weight pressing the old feelings out of me... Command this slut to take you, and let me prove my loyalty to your divinity!"